"‘Irwin’? That suits you about as well as ‘Waylon’."He shrugged. "Keep calling me ‘Waylon’ if you want.”"A worm by any other name still ...ats dirt," Jess chuckled then immediately groaned, "Oh my God! I did it again!" Same book?" he asked."Actually, it's a whole series of them," she said, rolling her eyes.He took a long chug of his beer then beckoned her with his fingers. "C'mon. Four to go." Okay, Waylon, or Irwin, or whoever you are... how many tattoos have you got?" She was anticipating he. My body, completely out of my control, leans toward him, looking, I'm sure, as if we have put our heads together to share some secret.And his other hand reaches casually up, and begins to stroke and caress my other breast, bringing that nipple also to full erection, increasing the pleasurable sensations that my body, will I nil I, is experiencing.His hand drops from my breast to gently caress my body; gently teasing and stroking my tummy as the other hand traces patterns on my back and side,. "What now?" I asked. "Now I take you to your new home," Trisha said with a warm smile. *** The next morning Trisha and I flew to a town in the middle of nowhere. As we drove toward downtown I stared out at the houses positioned along the road. Everything seemed so neat and orderly, not something you would find in a regular town. When we arrived at the courthouse I was quickly ushered into the courtroom and told to sit in front. "Don't worry, Shannon," Trisha smiled, "this'll all work out okay.". There was a small problem, McFadden was seated at a table with four other men, and they all seemed to be good friends. Shit! Five men were just too many to fight all at the same time. Beau decided to try the ploy he had used before of waiting for his man to visit the jakes and take him there. This seemed like a workable plan, so Beau bought a Mexican beer, he had developed a taste for it, and sat to one side of the saloon waiting for McFadden's bladder to start talking to him.Dammit, three.